w4, sunday afternoon: w/ newt.

[tootsiepop]

[It's a lovely Sunday afternoon. Somewhere out there, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, animals are frolocking... But Newt sure ain't going to see it, given that he's currently locked up in the dungeon. Why do we have a dungeon, anyway? We just don't know.

Either way — he's not alone. Connor's here, standing guard outside the door just to make sure no one tries to pull another stunt like during the trial. He's also ignoring the shit out of Newt? So, like. That's a thing. The only acknowledgement of his existence comes in the form of the occasional glance, just to make sure he isn't trying anything funny.

Engage in conversation? Y/N.]

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[arockstar]

[mashes Y.]

You're not even gonna ask me questions? Everyone's been asking me questions.

[Hello have some Newton eyes peering up at you from the little slot in the door.]

[tootsiepop]

[... Glances.]

No, not really. [In the most chipper voice.] But thank you for asking, Newton.

[And then he reaches over


and tries to close the little slot on him.]

[arockstar]

[i would die for connor.]

Wait wait wait, hold up.

[Newt rips off his glasses and shoves one of the temples into the slot before Connor closes it completely. He doesn't think this lawful good policebot will hack off his finger just to get out of a conversation, but he's not confident enough to rule out the possibility.]

There's something you should know.

[tootsiepop]

[A good move, if we're being honest. Connor puts so much pressure on the glasses while shutting the slot, that they might come out of this ordeal visibly scuffed. Still — he doesn't try to break them, nor does he make any further attempts to shut the slot all the way.

Instead, he pauses.

And sighs.]

And what is this "something," exactly?

[arockstar]

[RIP pretend glasses, he was tired of everything being blurry, anyway. He's not sure why he's still keeping them on, honestly.]

Someone was targeting you this week because they thought you were too useful in trials. They're out of the picture now, but watch out. Others might have the same idea.

[tootsiepop]

[They lived a good life, maybe. Either way? Connor doesn't seem entirely surprised by this, but his frown does deepen.]

If I asked how you know this, would you give a straightforward answer? Or would that be too boring for you?

[arockstar]

You mean, would it be more boring than sitting in this dank little cell all by my lonesome?

[He gives Connor a Look.]

I'll tell you basically anything you want to know. I don't have anything to lose, and we're not chatting in front of the entire game right now. That whole thing at the trial was largely for show.

[If he's gonna get caught, he may as well be a dramatic fuck about it.]

Luna and I ran into each other on Thursday, both on our way to take out Ruin. She was planning to off you and Ai, too.

[tootsiepop]

[... Hm.

He returns that look, almost as if sizing him up through the itty bitty slot.]

And yet... I continue to be operational, while Luna failed to kill even a single person that night. How did that come to pass?

[arockstar]

Hell if I know.

[There's an honesty to how he deflates as he says that.]

Someone must've gotten in her way when she went after Ruin. It wasn't Ruin who killed her, that much I know, but I didn't see anyone else that night save for Ai.

[And obviously it couldn't have been Ai, so.]

You're lucky she was saving you for last.

[tootsiepop]

Yes... "Lucky."

[Given the tone of his voice, he may be referencing something else... But whatever it is, he doesn't elaborate.]

I'm surprised you honestly don't know.

[arockstar]

[Hm. Curious, though Newt just assumes Connor's another one of those bleeding heart types after everything that's happened today.]

Why's that? You think I would've doubled back to sabotage her, or something? I had nothing to do with it.

[tootsiepop]

No. Because you seemed so self-assured before, it's surprising you actually know so little.

[Ha. Haha.]

[arockstar]

[He bristles.]

And what's that supposed to mean? You don't have a clue how much I know.

[tootsiepop]

It means exactly what it sounds like. I think you were only posturing, and know even less than you initially implied.

[Cooly, without missing a beat.]

Do you disagree with my assessment?

[arockstar]

I do, obviously. C'mon, Connor. I pegged you for one of the smart ones. Don't disappoint me in my final hours.

[tootsiepop]

Then, by all means. I invite you to prove me wrong. What do you know, Newton?